SWEET little face, so full of slumber now -- Sweet lips unlifted now with any kiss -- Sweet dimpled cheek and chin, and snowy brow, -- What quietude is this? O speak! Have you forgotten, yesterday, How gladly you came running to the gate To meet us in the old familiar way, So joyous -- so elate -- So filled with wildest glee, yet so serene With innocence of song and childish chat, With all the dear caresses in between -- Have you forgotten that? Have you forgotten, knowing gentler charms, The boisterous love of one you ran to greet When you last met, who caught you in his arms And kissed you, in the street? Not very many days have passed since then, And yet between that kiss and him there lies No pathway of return -- unless again, In streets of Paradise, Your eager feet come twinkling down the gold Of some bright thoroughfare ethereal, To meet and greet him there just as of old. -- Till then, farewell -- farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL OF THE WARS IN IRELAND by JOHN HARRINGTON SONNET: DEATH-WARNINGS by FRANCISCO GOMEZ DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 34. THE DARK GLASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SONG OF THE CAMP by BAYARD TAYLOR LOVE IN A COTTAGE by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS AVIENUS: TO HIS FRIENDS by RUFUS FESTUS AVIENUS A MASQUE OF DEAD QUEENS by STANLEY E. BABB ANNA BULLEN, ACT 1: SHORT CURSE by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) |